I Almost Quit — and Now Here We Are
1 min readMar 18, 2024
I was digging up weeds, shaking out the soil from their roots, noticing the abundance of worms on this fertile piece of land that I call home, when the truck pulled up with my box of books. The driver put it in my outstretched arms and I felt the weight of it.
These weren’t proofs or my initial author copies (both of which were exciting when they arrived as well). These were the books I would be…